Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.